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2018 Nominations round-up!

It’s always wonderful to receive nominations for my work, and I can announce a few beauties.

First up, absolutely delighted to have a poem nominated for the 2018 Pushcart Prize!
‘The Topiary garden’ was first published in Picaroon Issue #7. Thank you to the editors for having such faith in my writing.
You can read the poem here:
https://picaroonpoetry.wordpress.com/2017/11/18/pushcart-prize-2017-18-nominations/

… and I’m honoured to have my poem ‘Extinction events’ (featured in New Welsh Reader 115) nominated for the Forward Prize for Best Single Poem by the lovely people at New Welsh Review.
https://www.newwelshreview.com/article.php?id=2032

and finally, my short story ‘An Eye for An Eye’ (in 'Darkest Midnight in December' edited by Storm Constantine, Immanion Press) has been nominated for the BSFA Awards! These are awarded each year to the best Novel, Short fiction, Artwork and work of Non-Fiction as voted for by the members of the British Science Fiction Association.

https://bsfa.co.uk/bsfa-awards-stage-2/

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Tuesday, 07 November 2017 13:46

A foxy short story for Hallowe'en...

Thank you to the gorgeous people at For Books’ Sake for featuring my new short story ‘Eye for an Eye’ as their Weekend Read for Hallowe'en…

it’s also a sneak peek into the forthcoming anthology ‘Darkest Midnight in December’ from Immanion Press (December 2017), edited by Storm Constantine.

Read on…

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‘Dark in the Day’

I’m delighted to have a brand new short story – 'An End to Empire' - in this fab collection of spooky tales, edited by Storm Constantine & Paul Houghton!

Click here to order from Immanion Press

“In the blink of an eye, around the corner, The Weird is everywhere. It’s in the bird that turns out to be a fluttering newspaper, that white shoe left in a ploughed field, or the curdling smoke on the windscreen of a car, caused by the fast-moving reflection of clouds overhead. Normal is often weird and vice-versa. We’re used to weird dreams but what about the wide-awake weird? This collection celebrates evocative tales of oddness that span the genres of magic realism, the supernatural, the fantastical and the speculative.

Weirdness lurks beyond the margins of the mundane, emerging to dismantle our assumptions of reality. When we encounter strange intervals, our perception of the natural order is challenged and changed. It is perhaps in those moments, that we glimpse the hidden truth of all things.

Dark in the Day is an anthology of weird fiction, penned by established writers and also those new to the genre – the latter being authors who are, or were, students of Creative Writing at Staffordshire University, where editor Storm Constantine occasionally delivers guest lectures. Her co-editor, Paul Houghton, is the senior lecturer in Creative Writing at the university.
Contributors include: Martina Bellovičová, J. E. Bryant, Glynis Charlton, Danielle Collard, Storm Constantine, Louise Coquio, Elizabeth Counihan, Krishan Coupland, Elizabeth Davidson, Siân Davies, Jack Fabian, Paul Finch, Rosie Garland, Rhys Hughes, Kerry Fender, Andrew Hook, Paul Houghton, Tanith Lee, Lisa Mansell, Kate Moore, Tim Pratt, Nicholas Royle, Michael Marshall Smith, Paula Wakefield, Ian Whates and Liz Williams.
· Paperback: 318 pages
· Publisher: Immanion Press (9 Sept. 2016)
· Language: English
· ISBN-10: 190773774X
· ISBN-13: 978-1907737749

Published in News
Monday, 19 November 2012 13:52

Wolf-Girls

Wolf-Girls: Dark Tales of Teeth, Claws and Lycogyny, Edited by Hannah Kate (Hic Dragones 2012)

Feral, vicious, fierce and lost… the she-wolf is a strange creature of the night. Attractive to some; repulsive to others, she stalks the fringes of our world as though it were her prey. She is the baddest of girls, the fatalest of femmes – but she is also the excluded, the abject, the monster.

The Wolf-Girls within these pages are mad, bad and dangerous to know. But they are also rejected and tortured, loving and loyal, avenging and triumphant. Some of them are even human…

Seventeen new tales of dark, snarling lycogyny. Features Rosie Garland’s short story ‘Cut and Paste’

AVAILABLE

Price: £8.99 (plus P&P)

http://www.hic-dragones.co.uk/#/wolf-girls/4565397194

EXTRACT from 'Cut and Paste'

Annie wakes up talking.

‘He looked like Michael Jackson, but with a real nose.’

‘Oh god,’ I groan.

‘He was really hitting on me.’

I push back the covers, give up on dozing. The moment she opens her mouth I can smell her breath, stale with beer from the night before.

‘Gross,’ I mutter. ‘I hate Michael Jackson. I always hated him, even before he died. Even before all that stuff with the twelve year old boys.’

‘Acquitted.’

‘Yeah, right.’

I grunt something about being able to afford the most expensive lawyers in the world, but Annie is gazing off to the left, picking plaque off her teeth and wiping it on the sheet. She stopped listening when I wouldn’t let her get away with acquitted. It makes me want to go on some more: pound her with words. She stops listening so fast.

‘He said he was a cosmetic surgeon,’ she says.

‘You’re not having plastic surgery.’

‘It’s not plastic.’

‘That’s how you’d end up looking.’

She sighs, continues as though I’ve said nothing. ‘I might. You know.’

‘What?’

‘See him. Meet up with him.’

‘Who? Michael Jackson? He’s gone where you can’t follow.’ I smirk.

‘No. Him. The guy I met at the party.’

‘What?’ This wakes me up for sure. ‘Are you nuts?’

Published in Short Stories
Monday, 19 November 2012 13:45

The Sandhopper Lover and other stories

Room With A Partial View - The Sandhopper Lover and other Stories (Cinnamon Press)

I was still determined to go, even without you. The flight from Stansted blurred into every other flight I had taken from there; the coach transfer from Pisa was held up by road works. By the time I arrived in the centre of Florence and bumped my wheeled case from the bus station to the hotel I’d seen enough of rolling Tuscan hills.

            ‘You are alone?’ asked the clerk at Reception.

            ‘Yes.’

            ‘But you have double room?’

            ‘Yes. Paid for. Is there a problem?’ I glared.

            ‘No, no.’ He clattered at the keyboard, squinting at the screen. ‘You have Room 301.’ He gave me a swipe card.

            ‘It’s a double room?’

            ‘Yes.’

            He was almost telling the truth. The bed was a double, and there was just enough space to squeeze around it and open the wardrobe door three-quarters of the way. I checked the hotel layout map taped to the back of the door. A red sticker indicated you are here. The here was a narrow slot squashed between rooms more than twice its size.

            I edged past the television and opened the window. It’s the first thing I do on holiday. Facing me was a brick wall. I stood on tiptoe and caught a glimpse of a domed building showing its pate over the top of the wall. I flipped through my guidebook: the Medici Chapel.

It was unfair. I’ve had worse (don’t get me started on New York), but if any room in this hotel was going to look out at bricks and mortar, it was going to be mine. I leaned out of the window. The room next door had a great view: the wall didn’t stretch that far. It had a balcony, too. That’s when I saw her foot.

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http://www.cinnamonpress.com/the-sandhopper-lover/

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